In solitude, I hear silence speaking. It is the voice of my past, the voice of my present, the voice of my future, the voice of my uncontainable thoughts and emotions about everything under the sun. I hear them all. Silence is not mute. Silence is not deafening. Silence is my voice, my companion and my friend in times of solitude.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
A DAUGHTER'S SIGH...
Where have you been Mother?
Why do you look so frail and tired?
Have you been in the field to harvest your crops?
Have you been through a nightmare while you're fast asleep?
Have you been through a long journey? You look pale and hungry,
I have bread and water prepared for you,
But, you said, they don't suit your taste,
I have arranged a place for you to rest,
But, it's made of flesh and blood from a manger,
I've been speaking of righteousness, love and compassion,
But, my voice nor my words never reached your hearing,
I've been standing here waiting with a lamp,
But, you never see me nor the light I have in my hands,
Good night Mother, may God be with you tonight.
©Jocelyn del Rosario
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